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Summer Shopping And Lune

This week the poetry challenge at Miss Rumphius is a lune. It’s a five word/three word/five word poem. Or alternately, three/five/three. I could reshape my haiku of the other day, but I’ve actually had another lune in mind today.
The days fly by faster
Hours feel shorter
In the last August weeks.
I’m so bummed that summer is almost over. I love the lazy days and late nights. I love the beach trips and pool visits. I love watching my kids spend the morning reading in bed. I am not ready to go back to the crazy schedule of school. I’m not nearly ready for long sleeves (though in Virginia, we get at least through September on that one). I’ve had one week off from work so far, and I like it, and I’m not ready to go back to work.

Though I have to admit — while I was at Borders today, I started straightening out the chapter books in the kids’ section. I couldn’t control myself. I guess you can take the girl out of the library, but you can’t take the library out of the girl.

We were spending gift cards today. The eight-year-old bought an early chapter book series, The Jewel Fairies. I read the related Rainbow Fairies series to her, and since then I’ve decided that she can buy these books as long as I don’t have to read them aloud. Of course, I’m keeping my thoughts to myself, as I am very pleased that she picked the books out and is actually reading the the first one voluntarily. The eleven-year-old bought two new My Dumb Diary books and an American Girl publication, A Smart Girl’s Guide to Sticky Situations. I’m not questioning those choices either. She actually wanted to buy Pick Me Up, but I knew it was cheaper on Amazon and told her I’d buy it there.

I have such a stack of books at home that I didn’t even want to look at anything at the store. Maybe that is a better explanation of why I felt compelled to put all the Junie B. Jones books back in the correct order. I didn’t want to be tempted to buy anything at the store, so I figured I’d better keep busy.

At home I feel like I’ve been busy, but I can’t quite figure out what I’ve done. September is speeding toward me and the books aren’t read or reviewed, the living room is full of random stuff, and the garden looks like a Darwinian experiment. I’m not ready for fall, and I think it’s best if I just pretend that it isn’t coming.


Jules said...

I think I've given up on ever getting organized.

Enjoy the last days of summer!

Robin Brande said...

Oh, my gosh, you said it perfectly: "At home I feel like I’ve been busy, but I can’t quite figure out what I’ve done."

YES! What is that? It's like this black hole! Or amnesia! Or maybe it's all so stupid and boring there's no reason for your brain to even record it!

I've had so many days like that this summer--and sometimes it's been great, because it feels so relaxing not to care--but other times I really do get that uneasy feeling that I've blacked out on life.

Anyway, once again Mother Reader Gets It.

Amy said...

I always begin summer with the best intentions of getting SO MUCH done, but it inevitably always ends in regret (because I only did a small bit). The same projects end up on my summer to-do list year after year.

I agree with Robin, there's something sweet about intending to get things done, but it not being completely necessary - yes, the carelessness of it! But that sweetness quickly turns sour at about this point... with autumn staring down at me in disappointment.

I'm with you MotherReader, let's live in denial! At least for a little bit longer!